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Chapter 3: Preheating
(Food TF, TG, Flattening, Exhibitionism)

Pete had decided to take the week off, using up most of her sick days at work in the process. Being suddenly thrust into femininity had been an unanticipated career move, so the newly minted girl figured she was owed a little time to herself to adjust.

Herself. Pete had spent a long time chewing on that. Such a fundamental shift in identity should have come as a greater shock, might have even rendered him a stranger in his own skin. But...it simply hadn’t. As much as she tried to rationalize some sense of dysphoria, every time she looked in the mirror and saw the delicacy of her features, felt the softness of her skin or ran a hand along the subtle curvature of her body, she felt at home.
She felt like a she. She had agreed to be a she and she WANTED to be a she. Even the thought of being a she sent warm little shivers up and down her slim body. A week ago she had never entertained the thought of joining the fairer sex, but it occurred to her that no one had ever offered the invitiation. Would she have always taken that option?
The young student had spent plenty of time relaxing in her room, shuffling around wrapped in a bedsheet and enjoying the thrill of letting her single covering drop to the floor to drink in the bare, enticing woman staring back at her from her full length mirror. A woman who she could do whatever she wanted to, whose body was hers to enjoy. Pete had endured a very intense transition, and felt that a bit of healthy narcissism was a perfectly manageable complex to develop.

It had been after day three of doing what she could with her bare hands that Pete bit the bullet and called up her ex girlfriend for some advice. It had been an awkward conversation, but Gilda seemed understanding enough, and Pete had left with a reassured sense of self, a better grasp of womanhood and a secondhand vibrator, which had made a world of difference.
Eventually, the week rolled over and it was time for the next class. Pete had found herself counting the hours.

Going off of an email that had been sent a few days in advance, Pete was clad in a simple, baggy shirt and sweatpants. Cheffess Aveline had seemed rather insistent that everyone come clad in something loose or easy to remove. Pete could only speculate and imagine why. Scenarios flooded her mind that needed to be fulfilled. She needed to see it happen again. To really understand what she had bore witness to when that girl had given way to sweet, dripping batter.
The class assembled back the familiar annex, the desks gone and multiple kitchen counters filling the room, trappings and appliances laid out and waiting.

“Oh, hi” a girl to Pete’s left offered hesitantly. Pete turned to see bushy-haired Esme smiling politely at her.
“I’m Esme” she continued “Are you hopping in? I didn’t see you in the first class”

“You did” Pete offered playfully, wondering if she could dance around the issue until Esme caught on. “Sure you don’t remember me?”
Esme blushed and stammered out her response “I- I’m sorry if I didn’t...I mean, there’s a lot of...I…”
“Peter?”
Pete jumped at the sound of her name being called across the room. She swivelled to see the starry-eyed blonde girl...Carol, she remembered, barrelling towards her.
“Oh wow, you look GREAT!” Carol bubbled “What happened? Was it on purpose?”
Peter tried to form a response, suddenly finding herself on the back foot.

“Well, you’ve taken to it well.” Carol complimented. “Has anyone shown you stuff about makeup, or forms to fill out?” Her bombardment of question faltered as her eyes fell upon Pete’s breezy outfit. “Oh” She dropped with a hint of sympathy in her voice. “Is this all you had to wear?”

Pete’s eyes flickered from her thrown together ensemble to Carol’s choice of short-shorts and an open camisole. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination.

“She’s fine” the girl named Jessie intoned from the desk she’d been leaning against, then hesitated. “He’s fine? She?”

“She” Pete nodded “She’s a-okay”

Jessie raised an eyebrow and smirked, which seemed to be her default expression. “She certainly is”. Pete felt a slight blush on her cheeks at the attention.

Cheffess Aveline breezed into the room a moment later. She still wore her standard black apron-and-nothing-else, and was carrying a large array of mixing implements under her arm.

“Good Evening class!” She grinned. “Glad to see so many of you here and ready to cook!”

There was an array of waves and friendly greetings offered her way in return. Pete began to realize how much the energy of the room had changed. The awkward hesitance that had seemed almost omnipresent in the last class had begun to melt away. Students were curious, eager, and even charged with energy somewhere between zeal and sexual tension. She had a feeling that there wouldn’t be any more walkouts.

Pete’s usual, instinctive eyeballing of their teacher’s overly generous proportions was now tinged by a less savoury emotion. Pete watched the Cheffess’s heaving breasts, each one larger than her head, jiggle and press against the thin fabric of her apron, spilling copious amounts of soft skin out on either side. She felt her hands moving across her own slight body and sighed.

“You look fine” assured the tall, dusky art major named Becca. She had obviously noticed Pete’s concern and wandering hands. “I’m sure you don’t have to be ten pounds of flesh in a five pound bag to cook here” She smirked, watching Evaline bounce her way to the front of the room. “He’ll, I don’t even know what I’d DO with that much ass”

Pete had some ideas, but smiled and dropped her hands to her sides.

“Now you’re all back and committed” Evaline offered as she walked up and down the rows, laying cooking implements and stocky textbooks down at everyone’s station. “I’m sure you’re ready to get cracking on some delectable transformed treats, but first, I think It’s time we start at the basics”

Pete shuffled to a kitchen station in between Esme and Jessie and examined the text. It looked like a well-researched book on culinary theory.

“It’s important that you have a good foundational knowledge of cooking before we start to explore the Cosmagic Curriculum. I plan to turn you all into accredited Cheffesses, and that leaves no room for amateurs” She was smiling cheekily as she slapped a wooden spoon against her open palm like a drill sergeant. “Everyone, turn to page 26 and follow the recipe. Everything you need is in the pantries under your station”

Pete bent over and opened her cupboard, noting the scarce resources and already theorizing at what she was expected to make. After grabbing a pack of eggs and some butter from the attached mini fridge, she flipped through the large textbook and found what she was already looking for: a simple recipe for chocolate chip cookie dough.

She smirked. Back to basics.

There was an attached preamble about ingredient ratios and preparation, but Pete moved with the confidence born of experience. She almost unconsciously dialed up the proper heat mark on the convection oven below her counter and started to unwrap the butter.

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“All the ingredients that you’re working with are completely normal” Aveline explained as she moved from station to station. “It’s going to be a while before you work on any volunteers. Those kinds of ingredients are trusting you to make them taste good, and that means practice and diligence on your part”

As Pete attached the two dough hooks to the gear mechanism of her mixer, she noticed that their usually bubbly teacher’s voice had been subverted with a discerning edge and academic precision.
For all of her enthusiasm, this was serious business to the career Cheffess. She was looking for excellence.

“While the ingredients are standard” the teacher continued “All of your tools and equipment are Cosmagic certified. Take some time to familiarize yourself with them as you work on your dough”

Pete did so, admiring the sleek craftsmanship of the mixer and other assorted implements. She ran a hand along the bottom of the attached bowl, noting that it felt almost frictionless. There was a sense of some phantom energy just from moving her hand inside the cauldron. The entire appliance seemed to ever so slightly hum with a subtle aura that made the hairs on her arm stand up.
Practically everything seemed to be made of gleaming steel, with the puffy, cursive “Cosmagic Kitchen” logo stamped somewhere on it as the only distinguishing mark.
Her ingredients carefully measured out, Pete slotted her dough mixers into position and began to pour.

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Pete added the chocolate chips last and carefully shut the mixer off before upending the hefty lump of dough onto her cooking board. It slid smoothly out of the bowl without leaving a scrap behind or on the beaters. She dusted her hands with flour and inspected her proto-cookies. Everything seemed to have turned out well. Enough flour to hold a shape, just enough sugar without making them too crunchy, and butter to give them moisture, but avoid losing cohesion. She glanced around the room and noticed that most of the others were still checking the book to measure their ingredients, or mixing components together. She shrugged and rolled her dough with her hands into a thick rope before popping it on to a pan and sliding into her mini fridge. It would do well to get the dough slightly chilled before placing it in the oven, to help hold it’s shape. She took the time to spy on her classmates.

The girl with the shoulder length brown hair from last class seemed to have operated at a similar level of confidence too. She was already sliding her cookies into the oven and appeared to be licking her lips in anticipation.

The tall one, Becca, was still staring into her mixer as it churned at her batter, bent over double so that she could rest her elbows on the counter. Pete couldn’t help but be drawn to her bobbing butt as she tapped her foot. Becca looked dressed for a workout in track shorts and a sports bra, leaving most of her dark, toned body on display.

Her eyes flickered momentarily to Jessie, and Pete caught her staring at Becca with a seemingly equal amount of zeal. The other girl’s attention had been drawn completely away from the messy gobs of dough she had been spooning onto her cookie sheet and on to Becca. Jessie has seemingly embraced the Cheffesses fashion style and was dressed in just a pair of boy shorts, complimented by a red, cross backed apron stamped with the insignia of a local fast food chain to cover her slender torso. She glanced in Pete’s direction and wiggled her eyebrows. Pete swiftly brought her eyes back to her own work.

“Oh” a girl across the room with dirty blonde hair exclaimed as she took a step away from her bowl. The dough within continued to churn between it’s hooks.
“Cheffess...is this supposed to happen?” The girl raised her hand up, showing a thin amount of cookie dough clinging to her fingers. Even as Pete watched, the dough seemed to sink lower, covering more of her hand.
Evaline was already crossing the room, holding her by the forearm and examining the spreading dough.
“Mmmm, tell me sweetie, you wouldn’t happen to have sampled your wares, would you?”
“I just…” the girl stammered “I was only tasting it to check…”
“And why wouldn’t you?” Evaline smiled “it already looks divine. I’d say that you have a real future in pastry.”
“Really?” The student asked hopefully. Pete watched the dough covering her arm reach her elbow. The girl’s arm had started to sag and droop, as if the bones within were vanishing. Evaline’s eyes followed the spread of the dough as it vanished up the sleeve of the afflicted girl’s baggy shirt.
“Oop, we’ll have to keep an eye on this” The cheffess brought her spoon up to the spot between the doughy girl’s shoulder blades and gave her a small tap on the baggy sweater she was wearing. The loose garment suddenly split as if under strain and fell away. Peter bit her lip, noticing that this student hadn’t worn a bra.
Flush from the sudden exposure, the yet to be named student wriggled at the affront of her sudden partial nudity, but did nothing to disguise the bouncing of her unrestrained breasts.
Just us girls, Pete thought with an inward chuckle.
“Oh, and just for the sake of things….” the cheffess continued, tucking her spoon into her deep canyon of cleavage. She knelt down behind the girl with a smooth flourish of her hands that seemed so natural, it took most of the class a moment to notice that the student had been stripped of her capri shorts and underwear.
“Step forward, please” Evaline instructed. The girl obliged, leaving the last of her clothes behind as she massaged her boneless fingers with her other hand, watching them bend unnaturally.

Avaline bundled up her students' clothing and smiled. “Please come join me at the head of the class, young lady! You can help me answer a few questions I’m sure the rest of your fellow students have.”
The girl idly followed the swaying rear of her teacher, undisturbed by her nakedness as she groped at her left breast, which had also taken on the colour and composition of the cookie dough in her bowl. Whatever energy or magic had captivated her, she seemed to be utterly enthralled by its erotic, enervating potency.
Pete watched as she plucked a chocolate chip off her breast from where her nipple might have been, and pop it in her mouth with a sultry moan.

Aveline placed a hand on the girl’s rear, guiding her to the large flat metal table that seemed to serve as her desk.
“Could you please climb up here where everyone can see you? Feel free to lie down.”
Now cookie dough from the arm to the upper torso, the student obliged, climbing up onto the table and deciding to lie face down, resting on her transformed arm and idly kicking her feet in the air.

"Ooh, are you gonna show how to reverse this kinda stuff?" She asked without an ounce of urgency in her voice.

Pete was breathing heavy. She writhed slightly in place and found herself involuntarily stretching in an effort to alleviate the stimulation and impulses shivering through her. She was still unused to the sensation of her nipples hardening in response to titillation, and bit her lip as she felt the twin points of crystalline sensation poke at her shirt.

Aveline stalked around the table as her ingredient moaned and shifted her weight.
“Ooh, table’s so chilly” she squirmed. Evaline playfully ran a finger along the curve of her ass, eliciting a squeak.
“Not to worry. We’ll get you somewhere warm tout-sweet” The cheffess reassured her, then turned to address the class.
“As you can all see, our friend has cross-contaminated herself with an in progress recipe without taking the proper safety procedures” She took a second to bend down, rifling among a large case of implements in search of something. “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to put your hand into a running appliance, and if you can’t resist the urge to taste your recipe while it’s in progress, do remember to wear gloves”

Esme tore her eyes from the nude, quivering girl long enough to ask. “I...thought we were working with ordinary ingredients?”

“And Cosmagic Kitchen products” Aveline reminded her. She finally found what she had been looking for and stood up, brandishing a sizable rolling pin. “This equipment is designed to convert volunteers into baked goods, and will do so at any given opportunity” Aveline gripped the rolling pin in both hands and brought it down against the small of the reclining woman’s back.

Aveline pressed downwards, causing her subject to writhe in place as her body yielded to the pressure, a deep depression being pressed into her back as though she were boneless. The freshly minted ingredient let out a long, low sigh as her separate top and bottom halves moved in concert with one another, legs still idly kicking in the air. She gripped the rim of the table she was lying on as Aveline worked lower, gradually kneading her rolling pin to the margins of her subject's plump rear end. Pete idly kneaded a scrap of leftover dough in her fingers as she watched her teacher gradually flatten the woman's wriggling hips and ass to half an inch thickness. The girl on the table gasped and let out a pleasing coo as her pelvis was rendered flat. Aveline continued to roll, making short work of her thighs and reducing them to the same homogeneous strip of cookie dough.
"Normally" the Cheffess explained as she passed over her grunting student's thighs again "This process can be trusted to an automated rolling drum. That'll come later in the curriculum."

"Oh...oh wow. Do my feet, please." The girl on the table requested, clenching and unclenching her toes.

"It takes experience to work a handheld implement like this" Aveline stated as she complied with the request. "But worth it, for the intimacy of working with your ingredient so closely"
Pete drew a slight, shuddering breath to herself as their teacher finished flattening her students lower half. Save for a slight womanly swell in width where her hips once were, everything below her navel was flat, rolled chocolate chip cookie dough.
Aveline glanced up at the gawking crowd, producing a sharp, round cookie cutter.
"Don't you all have baking to work on?"

Pete’s eyes darted back down to her work, withdrawing the chilled dough and slicing it into small segments. Soon they’d be properly spaced and then, the warmth of the oven. She bit her lip again, eyes lingering back to the front of the class. Hungry for more….